I woke up in the dark, to a voice whispering in my ear, “Wake up, Charlie.” I couldn’t place it. “Wake up,” it hissed. I couldn’t figure out where I was. In my room at Choke? Hawaii? No … the inn? “Charlie, wake up,” the voice whispered. “Please, wake up.” Then it hit me. I was in the bunker; Hal had drugged us. Us … Elizabeth was with me. My eyes popped open. A hand shot over my mouth, and Elizabeth’s face appeared inches from mine. “Shh,” she said, holding a finger in front of her lips. “He’s asleep.” I gave her the okay sign, and she moved her hand off of my mouth. “What time is it?” I whispered. “Three thirty in the morning.” She pointed at a digital clock mounted on the wall. The numbers were green and sending a faint glow out into the room.
